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NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK [PART 1]
CHAPTER 1: SETTLING IN
"Guys, we're here," Dad said, sounding kind of excited that the trip was finally over. We went through a huge entrance gate with a sign that said "Welcome to Bablyon Gardens" written elegantly on it. As we drove through the subdivision, I couldn't help but notice how well kept the houses and yards were. Every home was emaculate; almost utopia like... It was a warm, summer evening, so there were people outside doing different chores and whatnot.
"Honey, help me look for the street name, Evergreen road. It should be up here somewhere. The house is like the second on the right at the beginning of it," Dad told mom, seemingly needing help finding our new home. We drove a little bit longer and then came upon our street name. Our new home was dead ahead.
"Man, I have to get out of this car." I said, moving around in discomfort. "My butt is numb."
"Me too," J.C. replied. We then pulled up in the driveway and stopped.
"Bo, go ahead and grab that for sale sign in the yard," Dad said. Boken immediately jumped out and removed the sign, placing it in the trash bin on the sidewalk. Me and J.C. got out after him and bolted for the front door.
"Wait a minute guys. Help us carry in things," Boken said, somewhat irritated.
"Don't worry, we will. We just want to go check the house out first," I replied, walking up on the porch.
We went inside and explored each room of the house, me in the living room and kitchen area, and J.C. in the back rooms.
"Whoa! This place is huge!" I exclaimed.
J.C. then walked out of one of the bedrooms. "Oh yeah it is! I think this is our room right here," he said, pointing inside of a large, fully furnished room. We both looked inside, then to each other, grinning in excitement.
"Come on, we better go help the folks carry in junk," I told J.C., turning around, heading back outside.
"But I'm hungry," he replied, whinning.
"Dude, we drove through like an hour ago," I said, still heading for the door. "Don't be such a baby."
"Whatever," he replied, kind of put out. He then followed me through the house and out the door.
When we stepped outside, we saw our parents and Bo setting things beside the car, ordered in such a way that the neccesities would be carried in first, then our personal belongings. It took us a while to get all of the stuff inside the house, and our stuff in the room.
"Let's see..." Bo said, going over in his mind what should go where. "Guage, put your guitar and everything over there on the right side in front of that bed, J.C., your stuff can go on the left side, and I can put all my stuff on the back wall beside the door."
About a half hour went by and we finally got everything organized the way we wanted to. Everyone was exhausted from the trip, so we crashed on our beds.
"Man, that was a long trip," I said, yawning afterward.
"Yeah," J.C. replied as he suddenly got up from his bed. "I am seriously hungry."
"You just ate!" I said, laughing. "Mom hasn't even put the food up yet!"
"I'm going to find out for myself," he replied. He then walked out the bedroom door, heading for the kitchen. Me and Boken looked at each other briefly, knowing that Mom will quickly tell him to "beat it". We could hear him ask Mom about food, and then we heard her tell him to "beat it". Walking back into the room he said, "Man, no food." Me and Boken started laughing.
"You do realize that was never going to work, right?" I asked him, still laughing.
"Yeah. It was worth a shot though."
He flopped down on the bed again.
I then started to think of things that I could do, instead of just laying on my bed. It didn't take me long to remember something....We have a GARAGE....
The one part of the house that I, as a gear head, absolutely NEED to explore. I quickly got up and went over to J.C.
"You want to go and check out the garage?" I asked. He agreed so we exited the room, and walked past the kitchen toward the door leading into the garage.
Mom was still in there working.
"Where are you two going?" She asked, wanting info.
"To check out the garage," I answered, stopping to hear what she was going to say next.
"Okay. Be careful though, there's a bunch of old tools and things along the wall. Don't knock something off and hurt yourself," Mom warned us.
"No promises," I jokingly replied.
We came to the door and I opened it. It was extremely dark inside, but I was able to see the sillouette of the car and boxes lining the walls. A small sliver of light was coming from underneath the garage door.
"Where is that light switch at?" I asked rhetorically, feeling along the wall. I finally found it and switched it on, but the light bulb was so dim that it barely lit up the top of the car. I made my way toward the garage door so I could open it up and let in more light.
"This is nice," J.C. said. "It's a bit cluttered from all the boxes though."
"Yeah. All that is from the people that used to live here. I'm surprised that the contractors didn't clean all this up." We explored the contents of numerous boxes, and found everything from cresent wrenches to toasters.
"Man, this place is like a ghetto Sears," J.C. said to me.
"Oh yeah," I replied, chuckling."A bunch of this stuff we could probably keep, but most of it just needs to be thrown out."
After a little while longer of looking through the garage, I stepped outside. I stood there scanning the neighborhood, taking in all the new sights and sounds. It was a very nice area, although not as nice as living in the country. (There was, however, many acres of forest behind our fenced in yard, which I was for sure going to explore at some time or another.) I wasn't there much longer when I saw a tall brown dog coming down the sidewalk. He was a good distance away, but I could tell that he was heading for us because he would sometimes look directly at me.
"Hey," I said turning to J.C. "I think we have someone coming up here."
J.C. immediately walked over to where I was standing and I showed him what I was talking about. The dog seemed to have picked up the pace a little bit once he saw the both of us standing there.
"Well, this is new," J.C. said.
"Yes. Yes it is," I answered.
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CHAPTER 2: THE VISITOR
"Hello," the strange dog said as he approached us. "I heard we had new neighbors moving in today."
"Yep. Were just getting settled in," I replied reaching my paw out to shake with his. "Gauge Thompson."
"Fido Byron," he replied, turning to J.C. beside me. "And who's this?"
My friend introduced himself.
"So what brings you to the Gardens?" Fido asked us.
"Well, Mom and Dad found work in town, and it just so happened that there was a house for sale here. It was a good price and we didn't want the opportunity to leave us, so we decided to buy it," I told him.
"Where did you used to live?"
"Kentucky."
"That was a long drive," he said, grinning.
"Yeah, it was. I'm still trying to recover," I replied, pretending to stretch my back. He snickered a little. "I have to ask you Fido, how did you know that we'd be in today around this time?"
"Word travels pretty fast in this neighborhood. I was outside my house and looked down the road and saw a different car pull down this lane, and I figured it was the new neighbors. I had to do some chores, so after I was done, I decided to come introduce myself."
"Okay," I said. "You want to come in and meet everyone?"
"Sure."
"Great. You wait here while I go ask if you can come in."
I ran through the yard and up the porch steps to the door. I opened it and looked inside. Everyone was sitting on the couch watching TV.
"Are you guys done putting everything up?" I asked from the doorway.
"Yeah, we got done just a minute ago. Why?" Dad asked.
"Well, we have a guest outside, and I said he could meet everyone. Is that okay?"
"Sure, bring him in," Dad replied.
I closed the door and walked back to where J.C. and Fido were on the driveway.
"You can come in," I said to him.
He followed me and J.C. to the front of the house and I opened the door, J.C. and I entering first. Everyone on the couch looked at the stranger that walked in.
"Guy's, this is Fido Byron," I introduced.
Everyone got up to meet our visitor. Dad and Mom introduced themselves, and then Bo walked up to Fido.
"Hi, I'm Boken," he said, shaking Fido's paw. Fido looked up at him, noticing his intimidating appearance.
"Nice to meet you," he replied.
"Would you like to sit down?" Bo said to him, gesturing to a chair facing the couch.
"Sure," Fido accepted. He went and sat down in the chair Bo designated for him.
Everyone sat down as well, with me and J.C. between Mom and Dad on the couch, and Bo in a chair beside Fido. We talked for upwards of an hour, sharing information about each other (like how Bo is in no way, shape, or form related to me, haha.) Fido explained that he was a trained Police Dog, which totally explained the radio receiver on his collar, and his blue vest which said K-9 on it. He also told us where he lived and who his owner was. "Wow, he seems to be really nice," I thought to myself. "He really went out of his way just to visit the new guys."
I thought of some way to show appreciation...Maybe he'd like something to drink...I almost got out of my seat, when I heard speech coming from his collar radio.
"10-4," he responded. "I'm down Evergreen road in the second house on the right, visiting neighbors. Come get me." He then got out of the chair. "Sorry guys, somethings happening at the grocery store in town."
"No worries. You come back any time you want," Dad said.
"Alright. Thanks!"
Everyone said bye to Fido as he went out the door, except me. I followed him outside.
"Fido, thanks for comin' man," I said.
He turned around to face me.
"Your welcome," he replied. "You know, let me give you something before I leave."
He pulled out a small piece of paper out of a pocket in his vest, and handed it to me. It read "Good Ol' Dogs Club" on it with the address underneath.
"I try to invite new dogs to come," he said. "We have a meet tonight at 8, and I thought you should come and meet everyone. Bring your pals too."
"Cool. Thanks Fido," I happily accepted.
"No problem. I should be there tonight; calls like this don't last long."
"Okay, see you there," I said.
A Crown Victoria police car pulled up almost as soon as we were done talking, like it was timed. Fido continued on to the car and got in. The lights and sirens came on, and the car sped off. I stood there on the sidewalk watching until it went out of sight. "This is neat," I thought, "First day here and I'm already being invited to shin-digs." I went back into the house. Mom, Dad, and Boken were seated in the living room talking. They stopped and looked up at me as I walked in.
"Well that was nice," Mom said, smiling. "It was sweet of him to come see us like that."
"Yeah," I replied. I walked over to the couch where Mom and Dad were to show them the piece of paper. "He gave me this before he left."
They both read it and handed it back to me.
"They're having a meet tonight at 8:00. Can I go?"
There was a short pause as the descision was being made.
"You can go," Dad said, "But don't stay out too late, or I'll get Bo to come get you."
Boken looked at me and pounded his fist into his other hand, pretending to threaten me. I looked at him and snickered, not giving in to intimidation.
"Where's J-dog at?" I asked Bo.
"In our room playing PS3," he answered.
I walked out of the living room and down the hall to our bedroom door and looked inside. J.C. was sitting in the floor playing a racing game.
"Hey, man. Playing NFS?" I asked, walking up behind him. He continued to play.
"Yeah. These cops are giving me problems. I've been arrested 3 times already," He replied. It didn't take long for him to loose the game again.
"Dang it!" He yelled. "This game is impossible."
He then paused it, set the controller on the T.V stand, and got up. I laughed at his failure.
"You know, J.C. The object of the game is to NOT get busted," I said, taunting him. He angrily glared a me.
"I'm just kiddin'," I said. "I actually wanted to show you this."
I handed him the piece of paper Fido gave me. He looked it over quickly.
"Good Ol' Dogs Club?" He asked, looking at me intrigued.
"Yeah, it's somekind of social club for dogs. There having a get-together tonight at 8. Wanna come?"
"Sure, as long a there's food," he said seriously.
I sighed.
"There will probably be food there."
"Alright then. What time is it now?" He asked.
"Like 6:30, I think."
"We've got some time before we have to leave. Maybe we should be there at 7 so we can eat and whatever," he suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," I agreed. "You want to play some more Need for Speed? Hot Pursuit mode, 2 player?" I asked, picking up two controllers off the T.V. stand.
"Your on!" He said, accepting the challenge."
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CHAPTER 3: ANSWERING THE INVITATION
RIGHT AFTER THIS COMMERCIAL BREAK...
I need to do a rough draft on paper first, cause that's how I roll...
I will update the story ASAP.
But anyway, another great update... And I keep thinking that guy's name should be Gauge.